The trash bin made a thumping sound when Elizabeth threw the bouquet of flowers and it was on her table again. No one was paying attention to her because her colleagues were too busy on their computers. She deadpan looked at the flowers while panting silently.
It was from Mr. X again. This is the second day that the creep sent her flowers and has a small card on them. What an unidentified stalker he is. Too mysterious. Too secretive.
She runs her fingers through her hair to avoid being stressed out. She looked around and then went to her table to start her work. The computer keyboard she was typing matched the sounds of the others who were doing their best to write emails and notations for business purposes.
“Good morning, Mr. Montegro.”
“Good morning.”
Automatically, Elizabeth’s head
